Gelato.
All I could bare think of was gelato. The soft consistency, melting like ice in sunlight in my mouth. Beautiful, bright colours of red and yellow and green and white representing the flavours of the most delicious fruits and sweets.Yes, yes, I would visit the Gelateria in the little villiage of Tuscany, as soon as I am freed.... As soon as I am freed...
I open my eyes and I see him. Smirking, laughing as he sees my trebleming legs and my appaled eyes. I closed my eyes again, feeling the taste of tears mixed together with blood in my mouth. I wasn't ready yet, not again. My hand was tied behind my back and my feet tied together. It was this time of the month; it was in this mood he was in. It was always good to know, good to know how badly bruised my body would be at the end of the night.
I felt the back of his hand slapping my face once, feeling his ring rasping up a part of my cheek. I opened my eyes.
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ENGAGED AND HIS SLAVE
RomanceShe had no free opinion. She was his slave, and she knew that. Of all the men that she could marry - she got that man who turned her into his slave. Brutality. Sexuality. Pain. Weakness. Love. *May include 'adult' scenes*
